A hush descends upon the house

  the only noise being the thoughts in my head

  … the worries and stresses

Will it always be like this?

Will I break the mould,

  wriggle free?

Shatter my prison

  and realise my dreams?

Yet I have everything I want

  within these four walls

For when you pull back  the thick blanket

  of woes and struggles

 The heart of the home is revealed

And it is love.

Joining us together,

  binding our strengths,

  wrapping us in hope.

Love.

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